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At first I didn’t mean to post this, because it was such a short dream, although packed with Grace and Light, but here I am, looking for something truly beautiful and inspirational to write about for the beginning of the New Year.

And what could I ever find more inspiring than this dream?

I can`t explain or describe the sense of bliss, of Grace, of Love, of infinite expansion that I felt in that moment of union with this beautiful creature, but maybe Andy Boerger’s extraordinary painting can give you a better idea.

Since there are not many reflections or considerations I can make about this, except that it was such a wondrous experience that stayed with me to this day, let me try to just tell you briefly about it.

It was April 21 , 2005.

I woke up in the middle of the night and found myself wondering about something pretty enigmatic that I had read the day before, that dolphins are like pilots and whales are a sort of libraries, a kind of database of ancient knowledge, and that some big animals roaming the Earth have the same task or role too.

“It must be elephants”, I thought.

Then I dropped into sleep and a most wondrous dream came.

I see an elephant, not particularly big, coming out of a jungle .

He (I seemed to have assumed it was a male) comes towards me and I approach him. As I get close, like very close, I put my forehead on his forehead above the trunk. And lo and behold ! as our foreheads touch, all LIGHT explodes!

There was a burst of Light that I shall never forget. And it `FELT` LIGHT !!! And with it a myriad of wonderful sensations exploded inside me. A sort of expansion and light coming out of us and enfolding us.

It was a transcendent , blissful, divine moment…what more can I say but truly “THANK YOU !!!”

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I do take this occasion to wish all my readers and followers a very, very, VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR, full of all the most wonderful dreams come true ! ❤

” I know this place. I am in a huge cave which is all made of crystals, the walls, the roof, and even part of the ground beneath my feet.

In the middle there is a pond. The water is terse and reflects its greenish-emerald hue onto the whole cave. The light itself is of a beautiful greenish hue. Raising my eyes, I can`t see any tiny patch of sky, there is no place where the dim light could come from, but it pervades all. So eerie, so beautiful, it mesmerizes me.

The pond is full of crystals of different sizes and shapes. Some of them are so big that they jut out of the pond`s surface. Down from the water`s depths up to its surface. Big, huge crystals of different shapes. And in the middle of the pond there is a low stone bridge. I turn to look around me. Everything seems made of Crystals, except for the natural rock pathway I am standing on and this rock bridge. It is utterly beautiful and sacred here. I can see a small waterfall on the far side. I love its sound, so joyous and relaxing. My cheeks are caressed by the vibrations sent out by the myriads of crystals. It feels like I’m among family. I know them all. I am back, I am in my center.

Then the scene blurs and shifts. I see an elderly man standing on the bridge in a long robe. I hear a humming sound coming out of his chest. He holds a sword. He looks somehow like the images I have seen of Merlin, but as I look at him he changes into a woman. She is the Lady of the Crystal Lake. Now she is the one holding the sword.

They are two, but they look like one to me, or maybe they move like one. They move in an indescribable way, almost like a wave. They come as one towards me.

The man’s face tells me of Wisdom, the Lady ‘s tells me of Integrity.

But as they get close to me their faces melt in Love and understanding. They know me. I know them. There is not even need for trust or to trust. I know them. The feeling is so absolute it goes beyond trust. I know who they are. They pull me into a fierce embrace, and the feeling is of melting in this sense of Peace they emanate. A Peace That IS. I look up in their eyes and see me reflected there and I feel I know who I AM.

I then pull back a little and put my question to them . “How can I meet the departed souls in a loving way ?” I am not sure who answers first or if they speak together, but I hear:

“ It is an extremely intense job. Go slowly. Prepare yourself.

Do not rush but keep the Heart open to any possibility that presents itself.

It will present itself.

Do not shy away, be the pure core of your being.

Talk to them in the only language recognized by all, Love.

They need to trust you before they can follow the lead.

And when the Light is seen, remember you must keep clear of it.

It is a Light that gets lost at times, but can be found again as they get ready to accept it.

Show them the steel that is covered in Love. That is called Integrity.

Show them that fear can be conquered by Love, and that is called Wisdom.

Then let the Beauty of the Soul shine, and that is called Pure Radiance, the Light of God.”

Now they have this little blue crystal box with a sword carved on the lid. There are serpents around the sword. They hold it towards me and as I open it, the crystals around us start singing. It feels like a symphony but it is actually one very high tone.

From the box, of its own will, a many-arm-3D Star floats out. It is so bright and there are shining sparks around it. It is ALIVE. It holds Life. I don’t dare touch it yet. It floats in mid air in front of me irradiating so much Divinity and Love.

I can’t take my eyes off it, yet I know I still cannot touch it, but I also somehow seem to know that I can touch the box that holds it. It is not for me yet, but it will lead me on. It floats back into the box and as the lid closes, I can finally hold it to my Heart.

This is the key to my inner dimension, the Star will lead me here again. I feel deep Peace at this thought and bask in this moment. I feel unity, but cannot define this feeling . Godhead is with me and I know I cannot lose it.”

As I awake and come back to Earth and to my room, I am so grateful for this wonderful dream and I know that whatever I choose to do with the gift, they will not judge me. They will be looking after me from that place inside that is connected with All. They trust me. Just like that. A part of me is astounded at such Trust, but I have the feeling that I shall be back and meet them again and again.

In my life I have had the joy of experiencing vividly beautiful dreams, uncanny out of body experiences, and truly insightful hypnagogic visions, but the lucid dream experience had always eluded me … that is, until now. The other night I was blessed with a taste of such incredible human experience, and although it lasted for only a few minutes, I am still so happy and mystified that it happened at all.

This infinitesimal moment of lucidity proved to become the catalyst for one of the most astounding spectacles I have ever witnessed and it bestowed such gift I shall be forever grateful for.

I was having a normal dream, which was getting more and more boring (don’t even remember it well). For some reason, the me inside the dream got really, really fed up and at one point shouted out loud:

“C’mon!! Show me something beautiful !!”

Just as I said this, the image changed completely.

I am now looking at the blue ocean from somewhere above. And in front of my eyes there is an incredible seascape. On the left I see the shoreline with a beautiful sandy beach, and on the right is the blue ocean.

Now on the left area of the ocean I see a beeline of whales basically `standing` with their bodies half out of water and spraying water up in the air from their mouths. There must have been 30, 40 of them, more maybe. They were all standing in this position half body out, and spraying water upward at the same time.

More on the right, I see another row of whales (but of another type, these were humpback whales), and the first whale is jumping out of the sea on the right side, thumping the ocean surface with a massive splash . I can see the surf surging upwards. Then next whale, this time doing the same thing but on the left , and next whale to the right, and the next one to the left, and this goes on and on, right, left, right , left for some 20, 30 whales if not more…

A kind of synchronized swimming in order to make this exquisite dance of water sprays.

So from up in the sky where I am, I see on the left side of the ocean this row of standing whales spraying water upwards, and on the right this row of whales jumping one after the other out of the water alternately on the right and left. It is an out-of-the -world view to behold ! all this beautiful water show of sprays ! and all these beautiful creatures ! Then as I zoom up on the `standing` row of whales on the left, I can see their faces from closer and realize that the first 20 or so were whales indeed, but the second half were dolphins, although they were almost as big as the whales .

Can you imagine this picture ??

This magnificent extravaganza of whales swimming, jumping, splashing, all the time making huge sprays of water, either from up their mouths or by jumping/falling onto the water, and on two different rows and going on for miles !!! a sort ofsynchronized water-dance show displayed for my benefit, and it seems at my request !!!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. To say that my dream-jaw dropped is an understatement!!! I came back to normal consciousness too soon indeed, but woke up in pure euphoria and gratitude for this incredible spectacle and performance they put up for me. After all, I had requested `something beautiful `, right??!!! And they gave me more than I could have imagined or ever hoped for!!!

Too bad that it lasted only for a few moments and that even after this inspiring experience I can`t yet say I have had a full-scale lucid dream – at least to this day.

Nonetheless, we get what we get, and let`s be happy and grateful for what we receive, and graceful about it 🙂 !

OK, this is a little different from my usual posts, but I thought I would like to share with you the introduction to my little book “FOAL and the Angels”. Without going into too many details, I do explain how it came to be.

INTRODUCTION

I consider and have always considered myself to be a very well-balanced, totally grounded person, leading a very normal life.

I was born in a Western European country and stud­ied several languages in order to become a simultaneous interpreter. My father was a doctor, and despite the fact that he was the best person in the whole world, he never talked of God or spiritual things. In my family I was the only one who went to church, maybe because I always felt this profound love for God inside. Nevertheless, I was always sitting alone in a dark corner of a small chapel inside the church, rather than taking an active part in the service.

But then, when I was 21, a very special thing hap­pened. I was invited to a Tibetan meditation by a friend, and I remember being very nervous about it. It was a first for me. I had never meditated before in my life, but I was interested in Oriental cultures, and so I joined the medi­tation. The most vivid memory I have of this event is that as the Lama was approaching each of us with some sacred objects in his hand, all I could think of was that he would immediately know that my mind was all over the place and was doing anything but meditating. So when it was my turn, I was really ashamed of my unmanageable thoughts and got mentally ready for a scolding.

What happened next defies logic or any rational explanation. As the Lama touched my forehead with some kind of relic, the world disappeared. I had this great sense of Light, like successive waves of Light coming out, rising out of me, out of my belly, and reaching out and out and out. It happened. Like that. Unexpected, not even asked for, since I had no idea what to expect or ask for.

After this I found I was changed; so poised, so bal­anced, so perfect. And I just could not get angry. Try as I might, even in provoking situations that would have usu­ally strongly irritated me, anger was nowhere to be found, it just could not rise. I clearly remember myself thinking “Oh, my God! I will never be able to get angry again!” 🙂 I was in blissful synch for a few weeks. Then it faded away, but it left a deep mark within me. To this day, I still don’t know why it happened so spontaneously.

The moment of short but intense momentary enlight­enment in Foal’s story gives a detailed picture of how it felt to me. It left me stunned and dazed, forced to believe the unbelievable.

While I received all the messages and dreams described here between 2004 and 2010, this experience actually goes back to 1975. And this is actually one of the very few liberties I took.

Then, just a bare month after this incredible thing happened, I met my Asian husband-to-be; I quickly and overwhelmingly fell in love, got married, and settled down in a foreign country. Adjusting to an Asian culture so totally different from mine absorbed the whole of me and took all my energy and time. I was preoccupied with being a good partner to my husband, raising kids, and working, all while learning a completely new language, culture, and cuisine, so that for almost 30 years, spiritual matters were left at the back of my mind, simmering there, relegated to a tiny corner in my brain.

Before going on with my story, let me stress this. I was so not a New Age person. I can’t stress this enough. New Age was just not my thing. I had actually never even heard of the term New Age until, about 10 years ago, I found it in a book I was reading, but it was used in such unflattering tones that, from the very start, I was totally biased against it.

Well, as it goes, one Christmas, just before I turned 50, one of my daughters presented me with a New Age book, On Wings of Light, channeled by Ronna Hermann. I still remember so clearly that the only reason I started reading it was that I was worried that my daughter might have gotten into a cult, and I wanted to check it out. Well, talk about spirituality! In fact, this wonderful book proved to be a true revelation to me and changed my life in more ways than I could have imagined. More than the words themselves, it is what happened while I was read­ing through it that was a true “wake-up call” for me. As I was reading a certain passage, the words, “I am Archangel Michael,” clearly stood out, totally overwhelming me.

I don’t know how to explain this, but while my eyes fell on those words, it felt as if a huge presence had just landed in front of me and physically struck me on the chest so strongly that I felt like falling back a few feet. And in my mind I heard a voice saying Hey! It is Me! Wake up! Don’t you remember?

I was shaken to the core. This was so incredibly real to me that I struggled for a rational explanation for sev­eral days. To me, this was not one of those things that I could share easily, at least not in my world, so I kept it close inside. And as I struggled to come to terms with it, the stunning dreams started and the out-of-body experi­ences, too. What’s more, there was this feeling I could not shrug off of Essences all around me trying to com­municate something to me. As I realized that all these incidents must be connected somehow, I came to see that moment with Archangel Michael as a true Clarion call.

All this happened almost at the same time, raising a thousand questions inside me and a desire to know more, to understand more. I naturally fell into this pattern of daily prayer and nightly meditation that started me on this journey of self-discovery. I received all the messages (and there are so many more, actually) in this book dur­ing meditation or just before falling asleep at night. The words would flow so fast in my mind, that often, to keep up with that pace, I had to skip a word or two, if not part of the sentence itself.

What I describe here is almost exactly how it hap­pened, or at least, how it was felt and registered by my mind and in my mind. The main liberties I took were to squeeze the six-year span into a story that lasted just a few weeks and to leave out some repetitions. As for the dreams, I have reported them all exactly as they were. I have tried to keep as close to reality, to my reality, as I can.

So, is all this true? I don’t know. How could anyone possibly know? But genuine? Yes. It totally comes from the heart. The fine line between my imagination and inspiration was unknowingly blurred into one of a bigger Truth, becoming a sort of thick pipeline between two dif­ferent worlds. I experienced this from the inside out, liv­ing the fascinating and captivating dreams, being amazed at the beauty and wisdom of the messages. Nothing could be truer to me than this experience; nothing could be more real to me. It was an intensive course of wisdom,imparted through dreams, messages, and voices. I called it Angels’ School.

It took me a long time to get over my ever-present self-questioning doubts. And now, at last, I have finally set it down into words—words that feel so inadequate, wanting, and imperfect to describe such an experience. But if the angels’ messages and Foal’s experiences can help people understand their lives better, I will find value in it, and it will all be so worth my efforts. And I wanted so much to share it anyway; it is just too beautiful to keep it all to myself.

Besides, I was asked to write this down. And God does not take no for an answer. My greatest hope is that this may be read and cherished not only by already spiritually connected persons, but also by the “layman,” and that this may be the beginning of an awakening for them too, as it was for me.
This is a fairytale, a true fairytale.
It is about Foal and the angels.

“FOAL and the Angels” is a new book with a fascinating background for devotees of spirituality and self growth. Over the course of five years the author, received a series of insightful messages through his dreams.
Inspired to share the messages and discoveries of his journeys in astral projection, the author weaves the teachings through a semi-fictional narrative. Though the events are real, the book condenses the events to an easy to read story. This book is suitable for any age and makes for profound, yet easy reading.

The story is about spiritual awakening and forms what the author calls “Angels’ School.” It is the story of a boy who asks a thousand questions of God and the Angels. He receives his answers through dreams and insightful messages.

One of the most important lessons Foal learns is how easy it is to look within for guidance:
“What I describe here is almost exactly how it happened, or at least how it was felt and registered in my mind. So is all of this true? I don’t know. How could anyone possibly know? But genuine? Yes. It comes from the heart. The fine line between imagination and inspiration was unknowingly blurred into one of a bigger Truth, becoming a sort of thick pipeline between two different worlds.”

Despite the highly spiritual slant to the journey described within this 128 page book, it’s not necessary to be a spiritual person to gain some mental clarity on life and how to live a successful life in accord with your own nature.
Readers have been very receptive to the book and it holds a full five star rating on Amazon, where reviewers are calling it “healing,” “a simple yet powerful book,” and proclaim that having read it, “Life does make sense after all.”

After my first three unforgettable OBEs, where I was attacked by ghost-like entities, my projections seemed to fall into this pattern of me `waking up ` in this `other world` in the blink of an eye, getting out of my body without even noticing it, and then going about my house looking out for any possible threat by `above-mentioned ill-inclined` astral entities, and in case `dealing` with them.
For reasons still hard to define, I seemed to turn into a true ghost-buster looking around for these vaporous astral forms and kicking their astral butt if I found any!

I, as the observer me (a much more innocuous me !), was totally mystified by this outrageous behavior and display of such different personality, so I dubbed her `Big-She-crazy-me`.

There were so many of these experiences in my first OBE years that I practically lost count, but to sum it up, it was all about this `she/me` sensing or seeing these negative energies in the house, either on the bed or in my room or in the corridors, and challenging them out.
Sometimes `she/me` would start softly, saying something like “ I can take you to the Light”, but after feeling strong malevolence coming out of them, she would become incensed and wave her arms in strange movements, cutting the air as if trying to disperse or possibly dissolve them (although I have no idea whether this is possible or not).

Some other times yet this `she/me` would chide them as if they were unruly children and would respond to their bad pranks by telling them that by now they should know they had no power whatsoever over her (aka me!).
A true Vigilante of unruly and extremely annoying and naughty entities. 🙂

At the same time, I couldn`t help but notice how this `she/me` was always very careful in trying not to hurt them, and, as you will see, this uncanny element is very strongly present in this next OBE that I would like to share with you now.
It is a short one, but so vivid and so real that I don`t think I have ever been that real in my whole life !

And by the way, I need to remind you that in 2008 I still had no idea of what was happening to me and … WHY.
So once again, from my Dream Journal:

March 25, 2008 1 am.

God, it was so real. It happened again, right after falling asleep. For the first time I think I knew it was coming… It was more real than ever. So consciously moving and acting that maybe I didn’t even realize my body was asleep. I was so completely `there` inside that other body.

In spite of the weight and the pull of this strange gravity around me that always impedes my movements, I exercised all my strength, and was able to get to the light switch in a relatively short time (very often the `thick` air impedes my movements and it feels like ages before my hand can finally get to the switch).
Yet the light , as usual, didn`t turn on.
But then I realized that I had actually turned the light on, but `they` were there again, on the bed probably, and `they ` were absorbing the light.
This was confirmed by the fact that there was a halo at the edges of my room.

Their obstinacy in trying to infuriate me indeed irritated me and so I pulled the bed light out in order to make a focused beam on the bed (like a flash light) to see if I could see them, but it was too dim. I decided then to do something to bring in more light, like maybe go out of the room or open the door (I don’t remember exactly here) .
By this time I was quite geared up to what I can only define as `teach them a lesson`.
In trying to get to the door I took off my bed covers in the dark and, inexplicably, stood on the bed and took a few steps on the bed itself in order to climb down. ( have no idea why I had to stand on the bed to do this …)

As I took my second or third step, my right foot trod on something soft, soft as … flesh.
Now I seemed to be extremely concerned that I might have stepped on one of them and maybe hurt it , so I hastily lifted my leg up (funny that I care about not hurting them).
At the same time, all the while saying `I`ve got you now`, my right hand went lightning-quick down to catch it (I really didn’t want to let it get away with this) and, to my greatest surprise, it found …fur…!
Anyway, I grabbed it, and this `thing` literally inserted its fangs deep inside the flesh of my hand, the hand that had caught it .
It was a cat, a very big cat, or it had shape-shifted into a cat, I don`t know.
The weird part was that the fierce bite should have hurt, but it didn’t, not a bit, in spite of the fact that I could feel the very shape of the sharp teeth inside my hand.

Getting angrier by the moment, I got off the bed with this cat held firmly in my right hand -its teeth deeply embedded in my flesh-, and finally got to the door.
And then I went on saying something so barely credible and astonishing and almost embarrassing, that the `little me` observing was totally dumbfounded.
Angry as I was, I yelled out these words exactly :
“You don`t understand that I am Love, Love, LOVE, and I SHALL LOVE YOU !” (this is so incredible , I still can’t believe I said it)
Well, anyway, so much for Love! It must have been Love in its most incensed form ! or a very passionate aspect of Love, to use an euphemism …!

Then I opened the door and one of my dogs Cookie (who died a few years ago) was sniffing around (did it smell `cat` ???).
I was trying to find a way to get rid of this cat, and as I looked down the stairs, I came to the decision of dropping it to the ground floor, but since I didn’t want to hurt it, I looked around for a good spot where it could land safely on its feet. I saw an open space and I dropped it there. Still a bit worried, I looked over the handrail and was relieved to see how nimbly it landed on its four paws.
Then I heard some water splashing sounds coming out of the bathroom, and wondered whether my husband was still taking a bath, and then woke up.

Considerations :
I am getting stronger.
I didn’t even feel the pain of the bite.
In waking up I was not even afraid, and now at almost 2 am., I know I am going to fall asleep again, but am not scared (yay!).
It`s not that I like these experiences, but now I know I can deal with them. In my own way. As I guess I am supposed to do.

YET … why do I go there, why do I HAVE TO go there?
Why is this happening to me??
To show me what ?? to tell me what ??
WHAT IS IT ? `WHY` IS IT ?
At the moment, I can’t see any reason for this or any positive outcome out of these experiences…I fight `them`, call them names, or when sick as I was last year, I am bullied by them…
This gift (is it a gift ???), how am I intended to use it?DOES IT HAPPEN TO OTHER PEOPLE TOO??

Yes, I know, it is quite an outlandish title, but what else could I call it ? That morning, after waking up, I went directly to my family and told them `Water came and talked to me !`.

This was exactly my feeling right after this dream. Honestly, to this day, I still have no clear idea about what message it was supposed to convey to me, yet it was a mindboggling experience, so clear in vision, colors and details. But maybe you should read the dream first before I go on analyzing.

So, as always, from my old buddy, My Dream Journal.

June 29 2005 3-4 am.

WATER MOLECULE dream

It starts with the scene of two men standing in front of a whitish backdrop. The one on the right is a” science man “ (for some reason I seem to know this). The man on the left is looking up with a strange expression and I see his face slowly changing into what at first I think is a wolf`s muzzle, but then realize it is more like an elongated beak. The feeling is that something is not right, as if there has been a mistake of some sort.

Then, the scene skips and I find myself in a big factory-like place with many man-made kind of slightly elevated canal-conveyors, lined up in rows and using up the whole room`s space. They reach just below my waist .

I approach one of these tubular conduits and look down. Water is flowing fast in them, and every other few meters, there are big black metal boxes over the conduits, like bridges or maybe scanners ??? ( like at Airports).

The feeling I get is that when water passes under them, its structure is somehow changed.

I am standing right by their side looking down puzzled at the rapidly flowing water, trying to understand what I am being shown.

Suddenly, right from the flowing water itself, an image jumps out and gets bigger and bigger in front of my eyes. Almost like a hologram (some 20 inches in height).

It is water but in a shape I have never seen before. It looks like a bunch of grapes and each grape (the berry part) is a little spinning water ball. The water balls are crystal clear and spinning clockwise.

They are spinning at incredible speed and I can clearly see the water spinning inside; well, this is not the best description maybe, since the little balls themselves are made of water, they ARE water.

And of all things I could be thinking of in this moment, the only thought that seems to cross my mind is that the incredible speed they are spinning at must be the reason why water is not spilling out.

I am so rationally thinking in this dream, quite incredible, as if I were awake.

Now as I look better, on top of the water grapes there is a kind of… how can I describe it… little roof, or maybe lid, over it. It has a strange shape. It is a thin and rectangular-shaped kind of lid (some 1-2 inches in length) with something smaller and of round shape on top of it. Both are of darkish / reddish brown color. And for some strange reason, these lids don`t feel right.

I am stunned at this kind of eerie hologram image floating and spinning right in front of my eyes, and get even more stunned when it starts speaking to me in what can only be called `great distress`.

It says these strange words in such heart-breaking anguished tone:

“Look at my face! Look at what they`ve done to me”.

It is undeniably an SOS call. In the dream I don`t seem to have any doubt about this. Water is reaching out to me for help… but … to me …?? What on earth could I ever do to help? Why does it come to me of all people?

All these thoughts seem to rush simultaneously into my mind and yet I have the uncanny feeling that `Water` is telling me, as if `it` thought I were in a position to help, or had the power in me to help, which I have not.

Should I tell somebody then? but who ? and tell what ?

Incredible as it may seem, I was this lucid and conscious in the dream, speculating rationally on what Water could ever expect of me and of course questioning my powers to help.

But the feeling in the dream was of something gone very, very awry. Water was emanating this feeling of great worry and concern, as if it was telling me “ What shall we do now ? how do we deal with this?” Something had indeed gone very bad and I could feel people’s awareness (although I didn`t see people around) getting very worried.

At this point I woke up. Maybe my too much `thinking` in the dream made me too conscious and I woke up.

REFLECTIONS:

Well, I have reflected a lot about this, but still cannot come up with a `makes-real-sense-to-me` answer.

What was it all about ? what can I make out of it ?

I even did some random Google search, hoping to find inspiration, but could not come up with anything that gave me any worthy idea, yet I did find out that the water molecule has indeed the structure of a cluster, very much like the cluster of vine grapes I had seen in the dream !!! To me, this finding was dumbfounding and astounding and totally flabbergasting. I was pretty much rendered speechless .

I have also been thinking of the 2011 Fukushima nuclear disaster, and all the contaminated water they are still dumping in the sea to this day. So, is it about contaminated water? But at the same time, in the dream there was a sense of experiments gone awry. It was quite a strong feeling, yet at the moment I still cannot make sense of this.

If anyone among my readers had any suggestions, they would be welcome !!

As a final word … Whenever I see water in any form now, even after so many years, I can`t help but remember what an uncanny and beautifully eerie shape it had in my dream. And I am so very thankful for this unexpected visit ! ♥

I would like to share this interview about FOAL and the Angels by Nick Wale. I loved the questions and it was fun answering them. 🙂 So here is what Nick says and asks :

Foal Revealed! An Inspiring Interview With Foal by nickwale

A Conversation With FOAL

Author of FOAL AND THE ANGELS—Wisdom Comes Through: A Journey of Understanding

FROM THE SPIRITUAL REALM

Nick : I would like to begin by asking where the ideas behind FOAL and the Angels came from? What was your main inspiration?

FOAL : Well, you start with the most controversial question for me! Truth be told, the story of this book was given to me practically during my sleep and during meditation. And sometimes it was even whispered in my ears by invisible friends… not joking here! If you asked me about some particular sentences that I remember well, I could even tell you which ear it was, left or right! So I am afraid I don’t really have a main inspiration. All these incredible `teaching` dreams were the inspiration in themselves, and a gift at the same time. Yes, a gift! From whom, you ask? Well, THAT is the question, right? But does it really matter if they were Angels or God or a Collective Consciousness or simply my subconscious? They are beautiful and so wise and they hold a huge and profound lesson of growth and potential for everyone. At least so I hope.

Do you have a specific writing style?

Honestly, I don’t know if I have a `specific` style, I have never even thought about it. I just write the only way I know!

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

Yes. And I am very passionate about this. At night, but not only at night, we do have a chance at communicating with other layers of dimensions and of course with the inhabitants of those dimensions. If we are willing to give it a real try and keep an open heart, this is an avenue open to practically anybody because everybody dreams, right? Of course, this is not something I can prove to you rationally, but if you asked any real dreamer or OBE (out of body experience) traveller, they will all tell you the same thing.

Now, since I am really no scientist, I can speak only from some very personal experiences, but I know that with the quantum theory we are closing up the gap between science and spirituality, and am pretty sure that in a very near future, many of the so-called spiritual theories will be well vindicated by science itself.

What books have most influenced your life?

Well, I love the Bronte sisters and Daphne Du Maurier in particular, especially if we talk of writing styles.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

In this very moment of my life, I would choose Robert Moss, as I feel very close to his way of looking at dreams, astral travels, other dimensions and besides, I really love the way he writes. Pure poetry in prose.

What books are you reading now?

I am skimming a few of Swedenborg`s books right now, and just started perusing the Upanishads. But don’t worry! I also read lighter stuff like Harry Potter, Twilight, etc!

Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.

Entity? Do you mean a person or invisible entity? Before the publishing of FOAL and the Angels, a few friends were very supportive indeed with all the reading/editing stuff, but more recently, Anthropology Professor Marco Pardi and inspirational author Denise Barry showed me the greatest support in helping spread the word.

However, if you`re asking about invisible entities… well, as far as I am concerned, there were very many!

Do you see writing as a career?

I didn’t start writing to make a career. Writing is something I enjoy doing, and in FOAL and the Angels’ particular case it really felt as if it was requested I shared my experience with others.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything about your book?

No, I couldn’t change anything. In fact, I put a lot of effort in trying not to change anything at all, and focused on reporting exactly the dreams and voices as the experiences they were for me.

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I have been writing poems since I was ten, so I guess that is when it originally started.

Who designed the cover?

I really like my book cover. It was designed by professional designers at Turning Stone Press. They sent me a few to choose from, but this one was just too perfect to be true!

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

To find the right ‘personal/impersonal’ thread to stitch all the dreams and messages together into the format of a fairytale, without making it too private.

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

‘Learn anything’ is definitely an understatement. I learned so much I could hardly put everything in any book. But to sum it up, I daresay that it taught me how to live in a more conscious way; it taught me that every little action counts, every thought we have is of the utmost importance, every insignificant word makes a difference, and we must not let these moments pass us by unconsciously. We are here to live every moment.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

Don’t ever let yourself believe you are alone in this world. Actually, there is quite a crowd indeed of, so to speak, ‘imaginary’ friends around us all the time!

Again allow me to share a page from my little book “FOAL and the Angels” to talk about something that is very close to my heart …the seemingly unfairness of life. Mmm, that`s a heavy topic, and I guess most of us can relate. Why is it that some people seem to sail through life as easily as a breeze, while others have to toil about and struggle to simply breathe some air ?
I don’t presume to have all the answers, because I have not, but I know that dreams have helped me deal with this in an unambiguous and uncanny way.
For instance, when I `received` this dream , which I called `The Souls` Race`, I had been in a place, a mind-place, where I could hardly think of anything else. `Why has it to be all so unfair?`

And as it goes, a few nights later I got this `clarification` dream, a huge, HUGE `Teaching Dream`. It always baffles me how dreams are able to impart teachings in such way that they seep down under our skin in such unassuming and yet uncannily profound way.
How do `they` do it ? how do we do it ? Is it our brain, our subconscious, our Higher Self, is it God or the Angels, or is it our mind … but yet, what exactly IS our mind ?? Well, again and most unfortunately, I don’t know. But I know that when I get a dream like this, I feel like I KNOW (true capital letters).

I feel like I don’t have the answers, and yet I KNOW.

I KNOW somewhere else than my mind, I KNOW in a place inside me that I haven`t found yet, a place still mysterious and inaccessible yet to me.

My mission in life is to find this place of KNOWLEDGE, the place or part of me that KNOWS.

So, why do we suffer in such way? I asked.
And there in my head I heard it so very clearly ( right !…forgot to tell you that I hear voices in my head, lol!) … a quick and laconic answer:

`YOU SUFFER , BECAUSE YOU COMPARE`

Wow, that gave me pause. I think my heart skipped a beat. This statement alone had the power to stop my thinking process for a few moments.

We know Truth when we hear it. And yet … can we live without comparing ? Can we ?

If we didn’t know the others` lot, would we be more accepting of our own lot ? If we could stop comparing what `others` have or what we had `before`, could we finally concentrate on the joys hidden in this very moment of Life?

Does a plant in the desert long for a better life, does it long to live by a riverside warm in the daytime cool at night with a rainfall every week or so, and butterflies or bees visiting her petal brows …..

But can we long for something we have never seen, can we complain for having not something we have never known to exist Does a plant have its own world of dreams …….

But I digress… :-), here is the dream ! (excerpt from FOAL and the Angels):

THE SOULS` RACE

“From above, Foal could see the sea and a large sandy beach. A race was going on. People were all racing on the sand toward the same goal, but in an odd way.
They were not starting all together, and in addition to that, each of them had to do some different steps and chores on the way to the goal.
Some of them had to pick up something with their mouth; others held a huge heavy package with both hands on their belly, while still others had their hands free and no burden at all. A few were holding strangely shaped objects and doing strange things that Foal didn’t fully understand.

Some others seemed to be bound together at the leg so they had to run in pairs, and some had to pick up something from the ground on the way to the finish line. But then some guys were running unencumbered and didn’t have to play any strange games.
Foal was baffled. It looked so unfair. The most amazing thing to him was that they were not even all starting at the same time. On top of that, a few looked like they started several yards ahead, and others began a few yards behind the starting line. Foal couldn’t understand the rules of this race. What kind of game was this? Was nobody there setting any decent rules?
Foal woke up bewildered an utterly incredulous. He knew what he had seen and understood what he had been shown, but he just could not accept it.

It represented a concept staggering to his mind and he felt himself rebelling against it.
`God! It is so unfair !`he exclaimed.”

Reflections :
Well, after this, FOAL goes on, recalcitrant and resisting as he was, being vastly lectured on life`s “unfairness” by the story-character of God Supreme, who literally gives him a great piece of His/Her Universal Mind ! 
But for the moment I`ll leave it at this. Wouldn’t want to spoil the book for you !;-) (Please, please understand that I’m not trying to boost sales here. It is so totally not in my character and I am just teasing ;-). No need for you to buy the book…that is ….unless you are truly interested in it)

Now, back to our reflections … So, if we can’t have all the cake, the trick may lie in endeavoring to make our own little cake along the way, step by step, or baby-step by baby-step.

Some people have more, some people have less, or that`s how we see it. But we all have our own gifts for sure. We must accept we are not all given the same things. However, they can be improved on.

And THAT is the true beauty of it, that is what makes so precious whatever it is that we are given and why we should not belittle what we have.
Let`s cherish what we have, let’s not look at what is lacking, but what is so full there. Yes! my mind says “Let us stop comparing!”…

Thinking about it doesn’t seem so difficult after all, and yet …. why does it prove to be such a huge trial ?

Since most of my early OBEs were mainly about having `energy bouts` with some unkind astral entities, this beautiful experience was a welcome change and made me see how inspiring and mind blowing OBEs could be. There is indeed so much more to the astral than meets the eye, and I am finding out more with each new experience.

I value these experiences so much. The most transcendent moments of my life happened in dreams. The sense of connection with some part of me which is Higher and wiser, and with all the rest of Creation, the incredibly vivid landscapes, the living colors and sounds, and all the Love poured out in there are to me pure sublime experiences.

In 2006, when this particular experience took place, I still had no `OBE` term in my vocabulary, so I used to call them `physical dreams` to make a distinction from my `normal` dreams.

Now, once again, from my Dream Journal….how I met an old tiny but powerful friend…:

June 9, 2006 11.30 pm. Almost Full Moon

Just after falling deeply, so deeply asleep.

Again one of those `asleep experiences` I call “physical” dreams . They usually start from the same position I am in bed and everything is so REAL and it feels exactly as if everything is happening in my room and in that very moment.

So I am sleeping in my bed, when M.S. (my good and huge friend from Germany) comes and sits by the side of my bed on a small chair that is not actually there in `waking reality`. He is wearing a white drape-toga-like-garment, with short sleeves with a slit, and long to his ankles, with a loose rope at the waist. I sit up on my bed in one smooth movement , leaving effortlessly and so nonchalantly my physical body behind (and asleep !).

I am a bit surprised to see him. What is he doing here ? `How` is he here ?

I see that on his arm he is wearing a thin and simple one-string bracelet with just one small crystal in the middle. The crystal looks so tiny on his big arm. He starts telling me a bit about his trip with his wife I.Z. in Europe , and then quite suddenly he says :

“ But you must listen to this “

And he slowly lifts his arm and puts his wrist, where the bracelet’s crystal is, to my ear and, to my great astonishment, I hear the most incredible and beautiful sound …!

The Crystal is singing …! It is literally singing into my ear …

Such a trill, so pure, so high, so full of joy. Pure joy.

A very high and strong sound, like the trill of water turned into music, into a stunning melody.

It was strange. It was definitely one sound, but it felt and sounded like a symphony .

I have never heard anything like it, and I can`t explain in understandable words how unearthly it was.

The feeling that it was singing for me was intimate and wonderful, full of Love and Joy at the same time.

Like meeting an old friend again after a longtime …

The trill sound goes on, possibly for a few minutes, and it gets stronger and stronger , higher and higher until it starts hurting the inside of my ears; still it is so beautiful, that I do not want to acknowledge the starting discomfort. Until I do… but I don’t remember well here.

Next thing I know, M.S. is not there anymore, and I am walking in my room in this `other` body, and my room is the same but also slightly different. As I look around, I see a plant in a vase on a high shelf near a little window (which is actually not there in my real room).

It is a luscious , beautifully green plant with, at the end of its 3 long thick leaves, 3 big buds of flowers, or fruits (??). They look like parts or extremities of the leaves themselves. (Maybe a tropical plant ??)

The curtain of the little window is half drawn and from there suffused golden light is shining on the plant. It is actually an amazing sight, so surreal. Like it is snowing golden powder of Light on it. It looks as if particles of gold are floating over its leaves. It feels so beautiful and peaceful . Yes, especially peaceful .

Then, close to it, I see another vase, more rectangular in shape, with a plant which instead has been cut to the very stem. Yet from the soil I can see so many new buds or stems coming out again, stronger and stronger. I look at it in a stupor. I know I am being told/shown something important. As if life that had been cut, comes back again and again, stronger and stronger. Indestructible.

I wake up with these images burnt on my retina, so vivid in my eyes .

Reflections:

The whole dream was full of good Energy and a wonderful feeling. (and by the way, so glad that this time I didn`t need to be my usual ghost-buster self 🙂 …)

First, the Crystal Song, then the 3 big buds with golden light shining on them, and then Life always re-generating itself, even if cut down. Yet, I’m still amazed at the sound of the Crystal . I could hear it so clearly, so distinctly, so real.

I have never heard anything more beautiful or powerful.

The first trill reminded me of the Water trill-sound Arjuna (a sound artist I know) makes. Arjuna’s Voice of Water. Then it became much stronger than that, and more like a one-sound symphony (which in human terms doesn`t make sense) ; and at one point my ear could not take it anymore…

I realize our ears are not ready for such pure sound yet.

And the suffused light powder, like miniscule golden flakes outpouring Love essence, this Divine feeling … a strong sense of sacred again. This has shown up so often of lately, both in my dreams and in this kind of strange experiences.

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